"Is it just... talking?" Aurelia Shaw asked, her beautiful eyes shimmering with innocent starlight shifting between the three of them.

"Of course." Scarface licked his lips, unabashed desire blazing in his eyes.

"Then come closer." Aurelia beckoned with a finger, a tantalizing curve appearing on her red lips beneath the brim of her hat, her voice sultry and soothing to the bone, "You're too far away, I can't hear you properly."

So she's pretending to be pure.

Scarface nudged the other two men, "I'll go first, you two wait here." With that, he leered at Aurelia, rubbing his hands as he walked over.

He always got the first pick when anything good came up.

The two men were indignant but helpless, since they couldn't touch her but could still watch, so they quickly took off their shirts.

Scarface couldn't wait any longer and rushed forward, grabbed the shirt and pulled it off. Aurelia's eyes suddenly narrowed coldly, she swiftly dodged and moved forward as an injection tube slipped out from her sleeve into her palm.

She raised her hand, skillfully injecting the anesthetic into Scarface's neck.

Scarface whimpered, struggled for a moment before his body went limp, collapsing to the ground.

The other two heard the "thud" of a body hitting the ground, looking forward simultaneously but before they could react, a shadow like a wraith suddenly shot past, and within a blink, was in front of them.

Aurelia raised her hand holding the injection needle, decisively and cleanly injecting the remaining half tube of anesthetic into the tall man's neck.

The other man, upon seeing this, erupted in fury, raising his fist to strike at Aurelia.

Aurelia crouched to dodge his attack, the syringe was spent, and the needle broke off in the tall man's neck. She discarded the empty syringe, reached for the dagger strapped to her thigh, the sharp blade slashing through the darkness with a cold gleam, the scent of blood filled the air and stung their lungs.

Before the man's fist could fall, only half an arm remained stiffly suspended in mid-air, blood instantly dyed the half arm red.

It took a moment for the man to react, letting out a wail, clutching the severed arm, rolling on the ground in agony.

Aurelia, with blood-stained dagger in hand, walked slowly towards the tall man, her crimson lips curled into a chilling smile.

The tall man was under the influence of the anesthetic, but his consciousness remained. Seeing the woman approaching like a demon, his eyes widened in fear, his mind wanting to escape yet his body unable to move, he could only watch helplessly as the woman crouched in front of him, smiling sweetly as she looked at him, her face blurred in the night but those peach blossom eyes were chillingly cold, sending a shiver down his spine.

The blade pressed into his mouth, prying open his teeth, and accompanied by a piercing howl, blood flooded his mouth, half a chunk of flesh falling onto the ground.

Aurelia didn't blink as she rose to her feet, stepping towards Scarface.

Scarface had witnessed everything that happened earlier. Seeing her walking towards him, he twitched, trying to escape, but his arms and legs were weak, unable to lift them, he watched helplessly as she approached.

Where once he thought this woman was beautiful, now she seemed terrifying.

Terrifying to the point he hadn't even clearly seen her face before his heart was filled with enormous fear.

Scarface couldn't speak, only managing to make "gurgling" whimpering sounds, not even having the chance to beg for mercy.

Aurelia held one of his hands where he could see it, the dagger pressing against his fingers, Scarface's eyes widened in horror, frantic whimpers escaped his mouth, but it was all in vain.